As the saying went, the sky could brew storms without warning. Given the Sun Family's current circumstances, their blessings were never likely to be passed down forever. Their abrupt severance now could only mean that, though it had been deliberately engineered, it was still a form of Heaven's Will. Old Man Heaven had nothing excusable to say in this matter.
Lord Lu halted and sat back down, showing no intention of immediately heading over to the noodle stall. His reaction just now had been instinctive, after all, and he had already said that he would not help Hu Yun this time.
"Now we'll see how that boy breaks the situation. Honored Master, who do you think did this?"
"Whoever it was had some skill. He has already left, so there is no point guessing."
Rather than being too lazy to guess, Ji Yuan felt that guessing alone had little meaning. The other party was clearly no shallow cultivator, capable of obscuring the heavenly secrets. Perhaps it was that Great Sage Mihuang, perhaps one of Ji's old enemies, or perhaps it was merely a coincidence.
Old Dragon pondered for a moment, then looked at Lord Lu.
"How many of Mister Ji's enemies are still left?"
Lord Lu gave a cold laugh.
"More than half have entered my belly. Some are simply too hard to find, while others have tucked themselves away too tightly. Now that I am cultivating my character and nurturing my nature, I have let them be."
At a bend in a great river, Hu Yun finally found the people he had been seeking. He landed some distance away, then leaped forward and skimmed across the water like a swallow touching its surface, bounding onto a small boat.
Before he even neared the boat, a thick stench of blood